Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 10:59:23 -0700
From: Matt Smith
Subject: Naked Run at Summer Camp (Part One)
True story that happened to me recently. This is part one, which happened
several years ago. The next part will discuss what happened this summer.
I graduated this spring, so this summer was the final year I could go to
Camp Sandy Cove. The camp was so named for its location along a wide,
lake-like bend in a river, with sandy beaches all along one side and
towering cliffs on the other. The camp is not very large, about 20 kids
each session, six or seven of them boys. The kids mostly came just from our
area, so I knew almost everyone.
There's a tradition at high school camp going back at least to when our
counselors were high schoolers. Every year, the last night, everyone stays
up late and hangs out in the meadow watching the stars, talking, playing
frisbee, and having a really great time. Everyone goes back to their cabins
around midnight, but for the guys, the fun is just starting.
My first year at Camp Sandy Cove, the summer before freshman year, it went
like this. We were all back in the cabin getting ready for bed. Most of us
were freshman, so we didn't have any premonition that anything was about to
happen. Then, the counselor and the older guys all gathered around the
door. Most of us got up to see where we were going. They told us to put on
socks and shoes (most of us had already taken them off). When we were all
ready, we went out the door. There were about ten of us, including the
counselor. We followed them accross the meadow to a shed near the beach.
The cabins (including the girls cabin) were in view from where we were
standing. Although the moon lit up the area, there were shadows enough that
you wouldn't be able to make out details from the cabins. It was a balmy
Arkansas summer night, so no one was cold in just their shorts and tshirt.
We all asked what was going on, but no one seemed to know, and the
counselors and older guys wouldn't tell. We stepped behind the shed, out of
view of the cabins.
"Okay," the counselor said. He and the older guys all started pulling off
their shirts. We younger guys started to follow tentatively. I was staring
at one of the seniors, a really hot guy named Nick, who as I now saw had
muscles even more amazing than his tight tshirts let onto. Then he said,
"We're going on a naked run. It's alright, go ahead and take off your
clothes, no one's gonna make fun of you."
We did so, now less hesitant, each of us leaving a pile of clothes on the
ground. I was pretty self concious, so I took along my shorts in my hand.
"Ready?" the counselor asked. We didn't have to answer. We ran out from
behind the shed and along the road leading to the beach, dicks swinging
merrily. We ran until we came to the beach then turned right to run along
the length of the beach. Five or ten minutes later, we all stopped, many of
us breathless. We stood in sort of a circle, and I saw in Nick's hand the
big green bottle with the red cap that we'd all come to love that week--GOLD
BOND.
All the while, I was staring at Nick's perfect crotch. It was too dark to
know for sure, but I guessed there was a lot of that going on. Nick had
perfectly symmetrical thick patch of jet-black curly hair that formed a
shield shape from his pubes down to his balls, and creeping up around toward
the front of his legs. His beautiful dick lay perfectly along the center of
this field of black, thick and uncurcumcised, perfectly round, and filled
out with a boner just beginning, not a wrinkle on the thing. His foreskin
ended just past his glans, making a round ends just barely puckering to
invite exploration.
Nick got a palmful of Gold Bond and put it all over his balls and dick. The
falling powder sparkled in the moonlight. He passed it around the circle.
When it got to me, I had to let my shorts go to have both hands. All
self-conciousness was gone, and when I had passed the Gold Bond to the next
guy, I picked up my shorts, but just held them at my side, not over my
crotch. When our crotches were all sufficiently cool and tingly, we ran
back down the beach, the breeze intensifying the effect. We turned at the
road, and ran back behind the shed where we all pulled on our shorts. We
just carried our boxers and shirts in our hands. We walked back to the
cabin and went to bed, all of us just taking off our shorts, socks, and
shoes, applying another dose of Gold Bond, and climbing into our sleeping
bags naked. We slept so well that night, and there was no shortage of
rocking, creaking bunk beds that night!
We did that every year. It was always a little bit different, but this year
was the best of all. Can't wait to give you PART TWO, hopefully very soon.